Broken glass

The faucet was open it was filling the cups, the clearness was peaceful yet joyus.

A needle stabs at my heart and I stutter from the pain, my words are suddenly gone, Will this

be long? I am seen with disgust my face turns to dust , I look at my surroundings but there is no escape

The glass is now covered and I cannot move, forced to live like a statue. I will not be touched by anyone

else, you shake me you break me I bite like a demon. Watch and do not swallow this world is so hollow

and you cannot follow. Admit who you are living in a jar with more thoughts than bubbles.Troubled

and roaming without a map, how long will I recap? There is a big gap that is filling up the tub. It reaches

the rim and it finally shatters. Is this how life matters? Uneven and crumbled the floor is surrounded

with hate and disgust and now the glass doesnt shine like a lime with its acid almost feeling like plastic.